Life and Work

I am sitting under the shade of a large mango tree in a village, enjoying the protection it offers against the heat of the afternoon sun. Next to me on the bamboo mat is a local woman in her mid-forties answering questions posed to her by one of my team members. An older woman joins us, she is the mother of the interviewee, and seated across from us is the daughter, surrounded by a bevy of children of varying ages. They are wide-eyed at having a “mazungu”, a foreigner, in their midst and they watch me closely.

Four generations of African women sitting under a mango tree in a village in rural Malawi. The context of my fieldwork here is so very different from what I am used to! My team member is asking questions in Chichewa, the local language, asking about the crops grown and the size of the property, the type of fertiliser used and the about the history of changes in the landscape. But the main aim of the questionnaire is to find out what types of trees farmers have on their properties and how they manage those trees.

Team member conducting a farmer interview

We are conducting surveys with smallholder farmers in 4 regions in central and southern Malawi. This work is part of a larger project trying to understand changes in tree cover across the broader landscape (using historical aerial photographs and contemporary satellite images), and documenting the current diversity and abundance of trees at a more local scale. Malawi suffers from significant ongoing deforestation, running at about 2-3% per annum I believe. This is a consequence of areas of forest being converted into agriculture as the population continues to increase and more productive land is required. Coupled with this is the use of woody biomass as the main source of energy for cooking and other activities. Even here in Lilongwe it is estimated that 80% of the population uses charcoal for cooking using little purpose-built stoves, as it is cheaper (and more reliable!) than electricity or gas. Which may explain the rather thick smog that blankets the city on these cool mornings!

Trees in background, with sweet potato + maize

This demand for firewood and charcoal is taking a huge toll on the remaining forest stands, and encouraging farmers to grow trees on their farms which supply their firewood needs not only protects these areas but also decreases the time required to collect firewood, which can be a very time-consuming chore for rural women. From the data we have already collected, it is pretty clear that the main reason farmers manage the trees within their fields is to provide firewood. Obviously the trees are also supplying various timber products and products such as nuts and fruits, with mangoes being one of the dominant species we have found so far. I have been pleasantly surprised at how many trees farmers have on their land and the diversity of species. To my eye, there are many more trees in the agricultural landscape here than I am used to in either Aust or NZ, but I guess the protected forest areas here are much smaller and less numerous.

Our survey will provide much needed data about the diversity of indigenous species growing on farms, as much of the work that has been done around trees in the agricultural context has focused on introduced species, particularly agroforestry species. The organisation with which I am working, ICRAF (International Centre for Research on Agroforestry, aka World Agroforestry Centre – worldagroforestry.org), has been undertaking research for the past 25 years on agroforestry technologies which aim to increase the number of trees in the agricultural landscape. Some of these trees are grown to improve soil nutrient levels, especially those which fix nitrogen, or to decrease soil erosion, improve soil-water relations, provide fodder for livestock, or shelter and shade for people, livestock and crops. Other trees are grown for their timber products or fruit, nuts, oils or medicinal products. And obviously in recent times, there is a huge interest in growing trees to sequester carbon.

Poles are used to construct small barns for livestock and a range of other uses

Faidherbia, an indigenous nitrogen-fixer, growing in cotton fields

ICRAF has its headquarters in Nairobi, Kenya, with several offices in other African countries, and in Asia and South America. The Southern African regional office is here in Malawi, and has about 20 or so permanent staff. There is a mixture of locals and non-locals, with scientists from Ethiopia, Zimbabwe and USA, and a PhD student from The Netherlands who is being funded by Irish Aid. In fact, quite a lot of funding is currently coming from Irish Aid, as well as other international sources. We are located about 15 km west of the centre of Lilongwe at the Chitedze Agricultural Station where the Malawian government Agriculture Dept has its research headquarters, and share the site with a couple of other international agencies including IITA and ICRISAT which do research on tropical agriculture, including plant breeding.

Village chief and his wife, she is wearing a chitengi over her skirt

But let’s head back to the village. Not only is the field work I am doing quite a departure from my previous work and the physical context very different, but my attire is also somewhat different to my usual field uniform. Back home, I would wear long trousers in the field, and sturdy shoes or boots, depending on what we are doing for the day. If it is really hot and the work allows for it, I might even wear shorts. But here I wear a skirt. Yes, I wear a skirt to do fieldwork, and sandals. It is completely impractical for me, but it is a sign of respect to the locals. Here women wear skirts and men wear trousers. I have worn trousers a couple of times in the villages, but it just doesn’t feel quite right and I can see the children being completely confused by this gender-bending concept!

A farmer 'poses' outside his home

The killer for me is that not only do I wear 1 skirt, I actually then wear an overskirt, overtop! Here is it called a “chitengi”, it’s a type of wrap, similar to a sarong. It’s really just a length of fabric, about 2 m long, that is tied at the waist. They are decorated in a range of traditional African patterns, often very colourful and sometimes even with political slogans or other messages on them. I bought a couple at the local market a few weeks ago. I probably don’t have to wear one, but again, it is respectful for me to do so. The women here all wear them over their skirts and I don’t really know why. A woman will own a number of chitengi and they are frequently used to strap a baby to the back, or to wrap a load in order to carry it or for a variety of other uses.

Because I don’t speak the language, I can’t conduct any of the interviews. I have a team of 2 or 3 others who interview the farmers at their houses in the village. My role is to go with the farmer, after the interview, and get a GPS reading of the location of the field. This means I do a lot of walking in a day as I traipse along dusty paths in the hot sun from one field to the next, hence why my field uniform of two skirts and sandals is so impractical for me - I get very hot and tired and dirty!

But I am deeply aware of how privileged I am to have this opportunity to do such an interesting research project in a country like this and to gain some understanding of village life here. I am walking the paths of rural Africa, surrounded by fields of cassava and peanuts and maize and sorghum, absorbing the gentle rhythm of life on the land, humbled by the material poverty I see all around me which contrasts so starkly with the rich depths of generousity and playfulness of spirit that epitomise the gorgeous people in this land, the “Warm Heart of Africa”.

Money and Shopping and Stuff

Exchange Rates and Other Complexities

When I first arrived here, I diligently changed some US currency at a nearby bank and received the official exchange rate of 166 Malawian Kwacha (K166) per $1. However, I quickly learned that such officious behaviour on my part was not rewarding – if I changed my money on the black market with the guys outside the stores downtown, I could get K270 for every US$1, so that’s what I did with the rest of my cash. However, sadly whenever I withdrew money from my Aussie account using an ATM, the bank did the conversion using the official exchange rate, so I was stuck paying more for my kwacha.

Then about two weeks ago the new government bowed to pressure from the international financial gurus and devalued the kwacha to a more realistic figure - $US1 now buys K250 at the bank and on the streets! There had been pressure on the previous government to devalue to bring the kwacha into line with its true value, but that had been resisted and, as I understand from my limited comprehension of matters such as these, that helped precipitate the foreign exchange crisis that led to the shortages of fuel, drugs and other imported commodities.

From my perspective, the devaluation is a good thing because now my Aussie dollars buy me more kwacha, but for the average Malawian, the devaluation has meant an increase in the price of many goods and services, but no concomitant increase in income. And with the economy already running an inflation rate of around 10-12%, people really are struggling. I think this is why the previous government were loathe to devalue, as they knew it would hit folks pretty hard.

I don’t think there are any easy answers for a country like Malawi with a limited ability to export and earn foreign exchange coupled with the need to import many essentials and a faltering internal economy. It’s a tough one.

Acquiring Money

The largest denomination here is the K500 note, with K200, K100, K50 and K20 notes also and the remainder in coins. Having the K500 as the largest note would make sense in an economy where K500 actually bought you something significant, like a tank of fuel or a month’s supply of cat food. Here however, K500 (now equivalent to $2) will buy you half a dozen apples, or a loaf of bread plus a packet of biscuits. So in order to really buy much at all, you need quite a few K500 notes.

But at the ATM, you can only ever withdraw K20,000 at one time, which is barely enough to fill the tank or pay a week’s rent. However, that amount of money is dispensed to you in forty K500 notes and K20,000 is the limit because that is all that will fit through the slot in the machine! Such a thick wadge of notes is far too big to folded neatly or discreetly into any wallet or purse. I certainly feel very conspicuous leaving an ATM with such a pile of moolah, but as cash is king here and I can’t use a plastic card to pay for anything anywhere, I am forced to make the pilgrimage to the ATM at regular intervals and stock up on piles of banknotes. The only transaction I have managed to put on my credit card was for the rental car and everything else – my rent, out-of-town accommodation, groceries, lunches at cafes – is paid in cold, hard cash. My debit card wallows unused and unloved in my wallet, never seeing the light of day.

The craziness of this situation was highlighted to me last week as we prepared to go on a 3 day field trip for work. As well as booking a vehicle and sorting out the staff who will come along, one of the key activities of any overnight work trip is to fill in a Travel Authorisation (TA) and get it approved so that the finance officer can write you a cheque for all your expenses, which you cash in advance of the trip. Thankfully the TA is only one page long and fairly easy to fill in, but the wonderful thing about it is that it uses old-fashioned carbon paper technology to make multiple copies – in this case 7 copies!!! The bottom one is barely legible! Carbon paper is still used on a daily basis all over this country as people write out receipts for each transaction. There may be some young people reading this who don’t know what carbon paper is, so I suggest you ask an elderly relative to explain the concept to you! Suffice to say that in today’s digital world, when you send an email and “cc” it to someone extra, then the “cc” stands for “carbon copy”.

Enough of a technological digression, back to the real business of money. I filled in my TA which was to cover the accommodation and meal expenses for myself and two other team members, which came to K130,000 (about $500). As I said, we can’t put any charges onto a credit card here so everything has to be paid for in cash. I duly got my cheque and trotted off to the bank and joined the queue. And waited. I was in the queue for half an hour – luckily I didn’t have anything else really urgent to do! The very helpful teller then exchanged my one piece of paper, the cheque, for a pile of K500 bank notes - all 260 of them! The pile was about 8 cm high! I hate to think how much cash you need if you are going away for a longer trip.

However, there is some good news. The K1000 note has just been released in the last few days, as have new printings of the other denominations - Hallelujah! The new notes are much smaller and seem to stack into thinner piles than the older ones, so I think they will be much more user friendly and less obtrusive.

Spending Money

Where I come from, the full dexterity of the English language is required to enable the word “shop” to operate as both a verb and a noun. The verb “to shop” as in “I shop, you shop, she shops till she drops” is used to describe the act of “shopping”. As a noun, “shop” means a physical building, with four walls and a roof and a door, as in a “bookshop, toyshop, bicycle repair shop”.

A local bicycle repair shop (just for Trevor) - these are very common due to number of bikes that need repairing!

In this part of the world, they have dispensed with the need for the noun. I have concluded that you can buy everything you could possibly require from vendors operating at the side of the road! Need fruit? Then let me sell you bananas, mandarins, apples! Veggies, tomatoes, salt, sugar, dried beans, dried fish, fried doughnuts, chicken kebabs - all available from your friendly roadside supplier. The most ubiquitous are the folks selling groundnuts (aka peanuts) with a vendor ready to sell you a plastic bag of nuts stationed every 500m or so on busy roads! And you shouldn’t have to walk far to find someone who will sell you bananas too. And if you want some animal protein to round out your diet, you can take a chance on some fresh fish or acquire some live chickens or try out the local butchery with whole animal carcasses swinging in the breeze under a thatched shelter (roof only, no walls, and no refrigeration!!!) or on a tree branch in the shade. Needless to say I am happy to buy plant products from such vendors but I only buy meat from a supermarket. Still, the roadside meat is cheap – we stopped on the way home from the field the other day and acquired some goat meat for about $3 a kg for one of the team.

But it is not just food you call buy from folks along the roadside. Should you require new shoes, a phone battery, car batteries, toys, generators, motor mowers, plants for the garden, clothes, lingerie, cutlery, crockery, pots and pans, radios, CDs, DVDs, books, newspapers, puppies, kittens, chickens, pigeons, cement, wrought iron gates, window frames, net curtains, firewood, charcoal, wooden clothes airers – all are available from a street vendor, somewhere in the city. And it is not just limited to small household items. If you go to the right parts of town, you can buy cane furniture, bedroom furniture, cabinets, tables, chairs and couches direct from the manufacturers spread along the roadside, under open-sided shelters. Many of these furniture-makers are once again making furniture for the living, which is a good sign. 10 years ago they would have been making coffins but the arrival of anti-retroviral drugs has decreased the death toll from HIV/Aids and my understanding is that the average life expectancy has risen from around 40 years in 2004 or so, to about 51 years now. Having said that, you can still buy coffins direct from the manufacturer along the side of the road if you need one!

About the only thing I haven’t seen for sale in roadside stalls are fridges, but that just means I haven’t discovered the right part of town yet!

It is possible to haggle with the roadside vendors for a better price than what they are offering, but I am completely useless at it. For example I needed to buy some new sandals for field work the other day and couldn’t be bothered searching round to find them, so tried on the first reasonable pair I saw and decided to buy them. The vendor first told me the price was K3,800 but for me, he would drop the price to K3,500. I said no, I would pay him the K3,800, instead of beating down the price further! I would never make it in true market economy where haggling is expected! But I figured that for me to pay $15 rather than $14 for the sandals, that is still very cheap and I can live without the $1, whereas maybe the K300 extra for him will make his day a little easier.

The Price of Stuff

So what does your pile of kwacha buy here? Well, petrol is about $2 a litre when you can get it, a loaf of bread is about K300 ($1.20), a can of peaches $2, a litre of milk about 80 cents, a 500g box of muesli about $5, while a dozen eggs might set you back $2.50. Meat is relatively cheap (and it’s mostly beef, with a bit pork but I haven’t seen any lamb) while cheese is quite expensive and not very good. I spend about K2,000 ($8) a week on fresh fruit and veggies if I go to the market, and $30-$40 on other items, but I do shop at the more expensive supermarkets and tend to buy at the more expensive end of the range, so I could live much more cheaply if I really wanted to. I did a big supply shop when I first moved in and probably spent about $100 but I am still munching my way through the pasta and rice and other staples I bought back then and I won’t get through it all by the time I leave.

If I go out and have a coke, a 150ml bottle generally costs K150 (about 60c), although I was very surprised to only be charged K60 the other day! In comparison a “green” in a pub costs K300 – a “green” being a bottle of Carlsberg beer, which according to the advertisements here, “is probably the best beer in the world”. Not being an officiando, I am completely unqualified to pass judgement on such a statement, but it does seem a bold call to make. However, if the comparison is Chibuku, the local brew, which comes in a cardboard tetra-pak container not dissimilar to a milk carton, which has the exhortation “Shake, Shake” written on it, then Carlsberg might have a point! Apparently the brewing process of the local beer does mean that shaking it is required to make it drinkable, but again I can only take that on hearsay as I ain’t going to try it for myself!

As for the big ticket items, you can buy a dwelling in some poorer parts of the city for maybe K250,000 ($1,000). That will get you a small house with brick walls, a corrugated iron roof and no ceiling. There is unlikely to be a bathroom inside, instead there will be facilities in an adjacent structure, and you may also need to cook on your charcoal stove outside. But if you earn a salary of K15,000 a month ($60) as a housekeeper or night-watchman or gardener, then that’s about what you can afford. And plenty of people don’t earn that amount of money per month. The minimum wage has just been increased to about K8,000 per month ($30 or so), which would be very tough to survive on. School fees are a big expense for many families. Although primary schooling is free (and provided for 8 years for each child), it costs about K9,000 ($35) for each secondary school term, and that cost three times a year for each child is just too much for many low-income families. I have noticed, however, that many people in the city who have jobs also have a plot of land somewhere to grow maize and other crops, which means they can meet some of the food requirements for the household that way.

A more substantial home in a more affluent part of the city, comparable to an average 3 bedroom home in the middle suburbs of any NZ or Australian city will probably cost you in the order of 10 million kwacha which sounds like a lot of money but is only $40,000. However, the interest rates on mortgages here run at 26% per annum, so that’s a tad higher than I am used to!!! Still, folks at work expect to pay off their loans in about 4-5 years, so that’s a better proposition than most of us can expect, and they are grateful that the rates have dropped from their peak of 43% pa! Technicians at work probably earn around $1,500 per month (so $18,000 pa compared with about $50,000 or so in Aust) which is a good salary for locals in this part of the world. Casual staff get about K50,000 per month, so that’s $200.

The presence of so many foreign agencies and international organisations who pay their staff in US dollars or Euros or other currencies does skew the market here quite badly. So the rent on our house is $1,500 per month which is typical for our part of town but much cheaper than the areas nearer the embassies. In comparison, renting a nice, but smallish home in the suburb next door would only cost about $200 per month.

Creative Accounting

Over the past few weeks as the new government settles in, there have been some interesting revelations about activities under the previous president. He brought down a zero-deficit budget last year, which was based entirely on earnings from within the country with no reliance on external aid money. Quite an achievement in a country that has always relied on donor money for about 40% of its income.

Except that the zero-deficit budget was not actually real, it was a fabrication based on some very creative accounting. What happened, as far as I can glean from the news reports and personal conversations I have heard, is that the Malawi Tax Office took a bank loan for K15b (b = billion, so about $600m) and declared the loan as tax revenue on their books, ie as earned income, rather than a loan. The finance minister signed off on the arrangement and tabled the accounts in parliament as a true and accurate record of the state of the nation’s position, which was then approved by the government. It is only now that they have confessed that in fact the K15b is a loan, that tax-payers must repay, not actually tax revenue!!! I guess it is one way to balance the books, but not a very sustainable option in the long-term! The rumours now are that the actual amount borrowed may be closer to K30b, but it is hard to know just what the real figure is likely to be. But sadly, the general tax-paying population are the losers in the long term for this little adventure in attempting to balance the books.

A Burst of Biodiversity

Malawi is famous for it’s birdlife, but I really haven’t seen a wide range of species yet and certainly haven’t managed to photograph any. There are birds that are familiar to me, like the pigeons and crows, wagtails and of course the ubiquitous sparrows. Others are more exotic, like the fish eagles at the lake, or the little sunbirds with the curved beaks that flit around the shrubs in the front garden. And then there are those whose identity is a complete mystery to me, which includes most species I see!

Around the house we have some insect biodiversity too, including this rather gorgeous beast that Francesco called a leaf mantis. He was pretty cool, with a body maybe about 5 or 6 cm long with antennae at least as long again. 

Sadly we also have some of his invertebrate mates living inside – perhaps unsurprisingly given the climate, cockroaches and ants are a problem here. However I have been pleasantly surprised at how few mosquitoes and houseflies there are around which may be a reflection of time of year. Instead, there are some very interesting species of flies here, including wood flies that are about the size of a bumble bee, and orange and black in colour. Apparently they make their homes in wood. Some of the wasps are great as well, with very elongated bodies and large wings, and I have also seen a interesting diversity of beautiful butterflies.

As for the vertebrates, I think I mentioned the bats and monkeys I saw at the lake, well I have seen some of both in the city – the bats flying around the suburbs at dusk and the monkeys in a nearby park. Plus I have seen several species of lizards, including the pink ones that live inside and eat the mosquitoes – they are very cute. There are stripey ones out in the garden and at the lake I saw some very slinky ones with bright blue tails – I have no idea about the identity of any of them, sorry!

A common garden shrub

Well, that’s enough of the boring animal stuff, what about the seriously interesting plants??? The advantage of plants is that they are much easier to photograph so here’s a few that have caught my eye. Some are garden plants and imported from other places, while others are indigenous to this part of the world. Amongst the imports are the occasional eucalypts, there are several different species here, but I haven't seen large numbers of them. And I think many of the acacia species are African, but there are some Australian ones in places. I have seen an acacia with buttress roots which seems very odd so maybe its natural habitat is the rain-forest. Which reminds me, there are several species of native figs 

here as well.

These beautiful legume trees are quite common. The lobed leaf gives them the common name of 'camel foot'.

Senna in the garden, with pawpaw just behind, at right

The common tree that stands out at the moment around Lilongwe is Senna spectabilis (senna) with its yellow flowers, but it’s an import too.  

As is what I have called the “wicked” tree which is outside one of the buildings at work. I think it’s pretty obvious why I have given it this name!

"Wicked tree"

Check out those thorns!

Apparently the thorns prevent snakes from climbing the trees. I want to know what the tree is protecting!

Oh yes, and I found a couple of sausage trees at work so I happily snapped several photos the other day, much to the puzzlement of the locals. That’s ok, I am foreign, so therefore I am already weird! And while on the subject of food, there are pawpaw trees everywhere and as I hadn’t seen peanuts growing before I've included a couple of photos of them too.

Peanuts don't grow on trees...

...they grow in fields!

   

Sausage tree with fruit

Typical non-agricultural vegetation growing around my work place

Toby

I am hoping I will get to see some typical large vertebrates over the next few weeks as I go exploring further, like hippos and elephants and maybe even some big cats, but that will have to wait for another day. In the meantime, here are a reminder of a couple of friendly 'small cats' lazing around on my deck in back in Melbourne. 

Arthur

Living in Lilongwe

Arriving

My first impressions of Lilongwe driving in from the airport were how green the city was and how many trees there were! Arriving in late March meant that I had come at the end of the rainy season, which starts around November, so that explained the vibrant colour of the landscape. I experienced a couple of decent thunderstorms with heavy rain during my first weekend here, but it has hardly rained since then and it is not likely to rain again much until November. But the days now are warm and sunny, so it is a very good time of year to be here.

It is also now harvest time for maize, the staple crop here. When I arrived the maize was vivid green, adding to the impression of rampant, lush growth. Maize is grown everywhere there is a spare spot right throughout the city – in back yards and empty lots, along the river banks and on the corner at the intersection of major roads. And if it’s not maize growing on the side of a busy city road, then it’s sugarcane!

Avenue of trees along the road at work, all foreign species

Many of the trees that so impressed me in those first few days are imported from other tropical climes, some from other parts of Africa and some from further afield, particularly Indonesia and other countries in south-east Asia. I am embarrassed to admit this, but it had not penetrated my tiny wee brain that Malawi was a tropical country (sometimes my brain puts up a “Stop” sign to really useful information and refuses to accept it, like why a carburetor is important in an engine or Malawi is a tropical country, which can cause me grief at times!). Although I had taken on board the concept of the “wet season” and “dry season” here, I just didn’t associate tropical with southern Africa. Anyway, enough of my failings, back to Lilongwe…

The lush front garden at our house

It is an interesting town – more overgrown village in character than capital city. I think partly that’s because it feels a bit like a big farm with all the crops growing everywhere, and so many dirt roads, and open green spaces, and the smell of cooking smoke each evening as people cook their dinners over charcoal or an open fire. It also doesn’t help that there are two “centres” – the Old Town and City Centre. Neither is very compact and they are separated by at least 3 km of green space (including the Wildlife Sanctuary) and suburbia, so walking between them is quite a mission. My explorations of City Centre have left me mostly unimpressed, it seems rather sterile and disconnected somehow. The Old Town is more vibrant and bustling (read: chaotic!) with a large Mosque, streets of low rise concrete buildings housing a variety of shops, the crazy minibus terminus, street vendors selling anything and everything, and a sprawling market selling clothes and trinkets and some food. It’s not unlike the Queen Victoria market in Melbourne, except I don’t think they sell large wicker baskets containing live chickens in the Queen Vic market do they??? At the northern end of Old Town there are a couple of good sized supermarkets selling almost everything one could want, and other, mostly “Western”, shops (some of which are South African in origin), plus a raucous fruit and vegie market. I sometimes brave the market to buy fresh produce at cheap prices, but the combination of being hassled as a foreigner and being seriously ripped off last time I was there (my own fault for not being careful enough!) means I don’t always venture there.

Commuting

One of the (few) advantages of not having my own wheels here is that I get to commute to work each day via the Staff Bus. A lot of agencies provide such transport options for staff, which drive around the city picking up staff from their homes, or nearby at least. Our bus is an old mini-van which has seen better days, but it does the job. Although it does often mean it takes an hour or so for me to commute the 18 km because I live near the driver, making me one of the first on and last off, the bonus is that I get driven around the city as we pick up and drop off the other folks. It has been really interesting to be driven places I wouldn’t have seen otherwise, and it has really helped me to get my bearings.

The suburb in which I live in is fairly well-to-do with a lot of houses similar in size and style to Australia or NZ, with reasonable sized gardens behind high walls. For a substantial portion of the population, home is a smallish concrete or brick house, generally with a tin roof and maybe with a small garden area. Some are semi-detached and some are stand alone. There are plenty of new sub-divisions too, on the fringes of the city, to cater for the expanding population. There are also areas of town where the housing is less substantial and more densely packed, and often the houses have thatched rooves which don’t always look particularly weather-proof, or where the concrete or bricks (both fired and mud brick) are in disrepair.

Typical suburban or village shops, the red Airtel is advertising a phone company

There also seem to be a lot of half-finished houses and buildings, where people have started to build but run out of money. The floor and brick walls are up but the roof never quite gets completed, or the roof is on but windows and doors aren’t ever installed, or in other cases there is a very impressive brick wall surrounding a building site, which is occupied not by bricks and mortar, but by a crop of maize!  

The main roads around the city are sealed, with secondary roads also sealed, but they are often narrow and may have large pot-holes. Then there are the suburban streets which are frequently unsealed. The conditions of these streets range from reasonable to very rough and bumpy! There is one road we occasionally take in the staff bus that really requires a 4WD or at least decent suspension! At least all the roads have a decent shoulder for pedestrians and cyclists to use, which may be sealed but is more often unsealed. And next to that are the very deep gutters which are required to channel away the torrential downpours that characterise the rainy season. At this time of the year, the gutters only have a bit of stagnant water in them and a fair load of plastic and other rubbish, so they can get a bit smelly in places. There is a problem with litter and rubbish on the sides of roads, especially plastic bags, which is partly due to a chronic waste management problem and also to the issue of limited fuel being available for the city council rubbish trucks. Between the rubbish and the dusty roads, it is very difficult for people to keep things clean, but I do often see people diligently sweeping their road frontage to maintain a clean area, at least in their little part of the world.  

Our House

I may have commented in an earlier post about the lack of street names. My address here is Area 14-83, Lilongwe. Which is like saying that in Melbourne, I live at Ringwood North-39. Our street here does not have a name, you just have to tell folks to go to Area 18 roundabout, then down Presidential Way and turn right at the 7^th Day Adventist Clinic and that’s our street, the number is on the gate! Houses are numbered consecutively along the street, so our next-door neighbours are 82 and 84, while across the road they are another sequence altogether (I can’t remember what the numbers are!). So the limitation on street names does make interpreting maps somewhat more challenging!

Then there is the Area numbering system. Well, when I say “system”, I mean that in the loosest possible sense. So Area 15 is next to Area 14, but then we also border Areas 32 and 40. Area 20 is nowhere near Area 21, but Areas 10, 11 and 12 are all next to each other, squashed in between Areas 31 and 43 – go figure! Apparently, an Area is numbered in order of when it was developed, so I think the latest one is about Area 52 or so. Some Areas do have proper names, like Kawale or Biwi, and then some Areas are big enough to be subdivided into named sections, which does get a bit confusing. And yes, you may be surprised to know that I haven’t yet found a map with all the Areas marked on it, because why would anyone need anything useful like that???

My bedroom - the "green room"

Meanwhile, back in 14-83, our house is large and very comfortable. We have electricity (most of the time), hot and cold running water (most of the time), bottled gas for cooking and flush loos! There are 4 large bedrooms, each with their own bathroom (this is not typical!), plus there is the guest loo. There is a living room, dining room and kitchen that we all share. I have my own fridge/freezer allocated to me and a large shelf in the walk-in pantry. We each cook our own meals, but there is a certain amount of sharing of food and foodstuffs between the various inhabitants.

And the inhabitants are a very international bunch. Carmen and Francesco live here permanently with their (almost) 4 year old daughter Olivia and 5 month old son Ennio, and they are a lovely mixture of Malawian, Italian, Canadian and Thai heritage and culture. They rent out the remaining rooms to itinerants like me. When I first arrived there were two young Dutch women living here who have both moved on, and now we share with Dominik and Suki, German and English respectively. Everyone shares travel tips and hints about how to make the most of life here and where to get the stuff you really need.

Then there are the staff. We have two housekeepers, Mr. Rashid and Mr. Juma, plus a gardener and two nightwatchmen. The housekeepers clean the house each day (including all bathrooms and bedrooms), make our beds, do some child-minding if Carmen needs a hand sometimes, and do all the laundry and ironing. Everything that gets hung out on the line outside gets ironed, including sox and towels and sheets because of mpuzi flies – little flies that come with the mango trees that can get under your skin and cause problems. They are killed by the heat of ironing, so that is our defence against them. Apparently they are also less active at this time of year, so I needn’t worry too much about them.

The two housekeepers live in a small 2 bedroom house on the property, Mr. Juma having one bedroom and Mr. Rashid and his wife and two young daughters having the second. The daughters are great friends with Olivia and they play a lot together. The other staff travel here each day from their homes.

The only other members of the household are two large Rottweilers who are part of the security system (along with the locked gates, the wire on top of the high fences and the locks on internal doors within the house as well as external doors). To outsiders the dogs are quite fierce and scary, but they really are very gentle and lovely dogs, despite their bulk. That doesn’t mean I don’t miss my three cats, back in Melbourne though!

Some components of the security system

More front garden

We have a wonderful garden here, and I love being able to go out and pick fresh lettuces and vegetables for dinner. People seem to really enjoy their gardens here and take a lot of pride in tending both the edible and decorative plants in their gardens. I was amazed when I first arrived to find roses growing – that was completely unexpected! There are some beautiful roses in the garden at work, which are lovingly tended by a young man who takes a lot of pride in keeping the garden and lawns in good shape. Hmm, I think his commitment to the perfect lawn is somewhat greater than mine will ever be – he spent an entire day last week cutting one strip of lawn, about a metre wide and 50 m long, with a pair of hedge shears, squatting on his haunches. Once he had cut every blade with precision, he then swept the cuttings off the lawn and onto the path where he hosed them away – such dedication! It’s enough to make one want to take a nap, so bye for now…

Don't forget to take time to smell the roses